“LISA!” the three of us shouted at the same time.
An old woman sitting near our table spit coffee down her chin.
“Stop talking about that movie before we get kicked out of the café,” I warned her. “And no, Easton doesn’t have a red room of pain, and he’s not into dildos.”
“Maybe not dildos, but what about belts and whips?” Lisa insisted.
“This conversation is so weird and exciting,” Marisa admitted with a laugh.
“Can we change the subject?” I groaned. “I just want to finish my cappuccino.”
“Fine, fine. We’ll change the subject,” the perverted brunette finally agreed.
Thankfully, we spent the rest of the afternoon talking about meaningless things while drinking our calorie-free iced coffees. When it was finally time to leave, Marisa got a call from Chad, and Maddie called Josh to ask
